from bed, waiting in line

i stood in line yesterday waiting for the reason

a man at the front focused on confusion was whispering in sign seekers ears

he claimed he could clearly define the reason we are here

hedge my bets

give it a try

touch the liar to get to the sky

signs will always point to unclear

when we shake up plastic canisters that capture temptation

i ate off your plate

cold and dry

condiments couldn’t cut through the cancer causing changes you promote pushing away decency for hope and a flag left on the ground waiting for someone else’s definition of that burial mound where good intentions fell asleep and were covered in dirt gladly heaped on by those trying to heal

i left line before getting to his lies

the whispers were deafening

i need to be punished by the screams

it’s my fault

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